Débutante director Ageneya Singh takes an uncanny approach in his depiction of the Indian middle class. Instead of glorifying them he unravels their flaved did these younstersare from affluent families lacking a sense of purpose there listing their bodies and soul to alcohol and drugs. At it’s basic premise , the plot has promise. But it’s slim screenplay fails to delve better into the Psyche of these youngsters, making the characther caricaturish.
In the opening scene set in in the sprawling lawn of a south Delhi mansion, a happy party comes to an abrupt end due to lack of good quality hash. The conversation shifts between free Tibet Movement and hash till they are told about the magic drug that can knock you off in puff. These youngest are well- read perfectly quoting Rabindrath Tagore., Jimmy Hendrix and vikram Seth in the same breath. One might argue how the story is far removed from the reality , but Singh focus on the faction less triumphant. They are complent. Comfortably spluring their parents money with no remorse or regret.
The director’s opinionated side appears in flashes as he takes his story though unnecessary events-from meeting a hipple( Barry john) with a strange American who gives shelter to stoners to a chipko- like movement where villagers are protesting land acquisition. He has a view on everything politics, literature , love , freedom. No wonder the information. You wish it we’re more coherent!